Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 312 Meal
Qing Yange, who was lying on the bed lazily flipping through the storybook, suddenly heard footsteps.

She stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of the round table, "Put it on the table first, I'll eat later. Is Mr. Han here? If Mr. Han is here and you're hungry, eat first. I'll come back after reading this chapter. "

"Why, do you really want Han Mubo to come?" However, a cold voice suddenly came from above his head, with faint anger.

Qingyange tilted her head.

Why does this voice sound so familiar, where has it sounded like it?
"Guilty, dare not speak?" Jiu Que couldn't wait for Qingyange's response for a long time, his thin lips parted slightly, and there was coldness in his eyes.

Qing Yange was slightly taken aback.

She immediately raised her head in search of fame, and saw the pupils of the man standing in front of her dilated slightly.

Is she dreaming?

Why did Jiu Que come here?

Qing Yange rubbed her eyes, the person in front of her was still standing upright in front of her.

"Jiu Que?" Her thin lips moved slightly.

"Qingyange, why didn't you answer my question?" Jiu Que's extremely beautifully trimmed eyebrows were slightly raised, and under the high bridge of the nose, thin lips were pursed lightly.

Qing Yange made sure that she was not dreaming, she immediately smiled, "Jiu Que!! It's really you!"

Jiu Que's lips that were as delicate as rose petals opened again, and he asked, "Qingyange, are you waiting for Han Mubo? You really hope he will come?"

Qing Yange opened her big round and watery eyes, staring at Jiu Que blankly, with an innocent face, "I just want to have a meal together by the way, why do I want him to come?"

Jiu Que's complexion improved a bit, and he ordered to Cen Bin: "Put the dishes on."

"Okay." Cen Bin took out one plate after another of the meals that had been prepared from the food box and put them on the table in a very doggy manner.

Every dish looks delicious, delicious and delicious.

Qing Yange was surprised, "Jiu Que, prepare these dishes..."

"Let's eat together." The corners of Jiu Que's mouth curled up, and he stretched out his big palm with well-defined joints, and handed it to Qing Yange, "Get up."

Qing Yange smiled and nodded, put her little hand on it, "Jiu Que, I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore."

"How could it be?" Jiu Que replied lightly, but the corners of his mouth could not stop rising.

Holding this limp and boneless little hand, I somehow feel a little better.

Is he in a daze?

Jiu Que shook his head, pulling back his erratic consciousness.

Jiu Que wanted to help Qing Yange take the seat, but the wound on Qing Yange's leg hadn't healed, and she trembled with pain as soon as she moved a step, her petite body trembled slightly, which made people feel distressed.

Jiu Que hugged Qing Yange's crumbling body, and subconsciously softened his tone, "Your feet still hurt?"

Qing Yange raised her wrinkled face due to the pain, and said pitifully: "It hurts~ Although it looks intact on the surface, but it hurts the tibia, how can it be possible to heal so quickly."

Jiu Que sighed slightly, and directly bent down to hug Qing Yange, who was startled by this sudden move, subconsciously wrapped her arms around Jiu Que's neck, and tightened her panicked face tightly. Leaning tightly on Jiu Que's chest.

"Plop", "Plop", I heard Jiu Que's irregular heartbeat.

The corner of Qing Yange's mouth raised a bright smile, her small face rubbed against Jiu Que's chest, the corner of her mouth curved, "Jiu Que, your heart beats so fast."

Jiu Que's face was stained with a blush, he walked a few steps faster, carefully placed Qingyange on the chair, and he naturally sat beside her.

"Jiu Que, why don't you speak?" Qing Yange stared straight at Jiu Que with her big round eyes open like water.

Seeing Jiu Que's handsome face flashing unnaturally, he coughed twice, and quickly changed the subject, "I heard that these are your favorite food, try it and see if it tastes good."

As soon as Qingyange mentioned eating, he immediately regained his energy, and stopped asking questions, but turned his head and plunged into the ocean of delicious food, eating big pieces.

Jiu Que looked at Qingyan Ge eating delicious food in the posture of sweeping thousands of troops like a banquet, he was slightly relieved, and there was a touch of softness on his face.

"Jiu Que, I'm very happy that you can eat with me. I really, really feel bad that you ignore me." Qing Yange, who was eating delicious food, couldn't help but express his heartfelt feelings.

He just picked up a piece of chicken leg and was about to put it into the bowl. Seeing Qingyange's frustrated look, his hands paused, and he put the chicken leg directly into Qingyange's porcelain bowl. He said seriously: "If you If you like, I can bring you meals every day and eat with you."

Qing Yange's eyes flashed, she raised her head in surprise, "Really?"

"Fake." Seeing Qing Yange's sincere eyes, Jiu Que suddenly turned his head, but his ears turned red.

The mouth is not the heart.

Qing Yange understood Jiu Que's thoughts at a glance.

She smiled like a child, wrapped her arms around Jiu Que, and leaned her head on Jiu Que's body, "Anyway, I'll take it as the truth when you just said it, once you say it, it's hard to follow!"

For some reason, Jiu Que didn't have the slightest ability to resist Qing Yange's coquettishness. He frowned, and could only respond: "I promise you, don't rub it on my robe, it's dirty, it's dirty!"

Qingyange raised her head and smiled like a spring breeze, "I can wash your robe for you!"

Jiu Que's eyes were like lacquer, staring at the delicate little face in front of him for a moment, and felt that this sentence seemed familiar, very familiar.

And Qingyange shook her little feet, and happily continued to pick up the bowl and start eating.

"Jiu Que, these dishes really suit my taste, I'm so happy to eat them~" The corners of Qing Yange's mouth were almost grinning behind her ears.

The corners of Jiu Que's mouth curled up slightly, "Then eat more."

Qing Yange's little hands paused slightly, then suddenly raised her head, staring at Jiu Que in a daze, but said casually, "However, these dishes are exactly the same as the ones prepared for me by the dining room of the princess mansion. ?”

The menu of the Princess Mansion is basically reviewed by her every seven days, and what to eat for these seven days is determined. After all, she is a food lover, so naturally she pays special attention to food.

Jiu Que looked at Cen Bin with cold eyes.

Cen Bin scratched his head guiltily.

These dishes were indeed picked up ready-made by him and brought from the dining room of the Princess Mansion.

Cen Bin hurried forward and said cheerfully: "This...doesn't this know that the princess likes the food made by the dining room of the princess mansion? In order to make the princess happy, he directly asked the dining room to cook these dishes in advance , bring it to the princess, I hope you will like it!"

Qingyange nodded sweetly, "Yeah, I like it very much~"

Cen Bin breathed a sigh of relief, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stepped aside again.

(End of this chapter)